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Question:

What is the name of the pack that is threatening war with the
KinKaids?

Landry Michaels, lead enforcer for the KinKaid pack has a secret.
Well…make that more than one. He’s in love with the alpha’s sister, Rosa, and
his best friend, Kaleb. Wouldn’t be so bad if having either of them was in the
realm of possibility. Landry’s past, and his present, contain one too many
stains, making him a bad fit for the pack’s beauty. And when it comes to Kaleb…
The fact the male is straight is only the beginning of why he’s “hands off”.

Kaleb Dalton is a male who has it all. A great family. A job that
allows him to work every day with his best friend, Landry. Everything should be
great, right? Except for the fantasies about his partner that plague his days,
and the desires for Rosa that taunt him in his dreams at night. Two people, if
he had half a brain, who should not be on his short list for lovers. As a male
who’s earned his reputation as a player, settling down with Rosa is out of the
question. As for Landry…? Kaleb’s heterosexual, born and breed from one
of the top families in the pack—so what the hell is the other male doing in his
daydreams?

Ever since she was a little girl, Rosa Kinkaid has had Landry and
Kaleb’s attention. But it was never anything serious. They were friends.
Besides, there has always been plenty of time for her to choose a lover—a mate.
Her family needed her, and they came first. Until now...

Rosa's going into heat.

But that's not there only problem. The KinKaid and Gregorson pack
are on the verge of war. And there are long-buried family secrets, feelings,
and hidden desires rising to the surface along with Rosa’s heat. Some will be
shocking and others more disturbing than any of them are prepared to handle.

“Evin!” Rosa shot upright in bed, her fingers curling in the thin
cotton over her chest. Fear coiled around her heart like a gnarled vine,
threatening to snuff the organ’s next beat. Something was wrong with her twin.
She threw back the covers and tore from the bed, snatching her robe from where
it draped over the footboard.

For as long as Rosa KinKaid could remember, she had been gifted—or
plagued, depending on the day—with the ability to sense or foretell trouble,
especially when it came to her twin, Evin.

Tonight was one of those moments.

A choking wave of dread had washed over her in her sleep, jerking
her into consciousness. Unlike last night when a fog of unease had settled in
her bones, waking her, sending her out to the alpha’s home to check in on the
pack. That particular event had been triggered when several of the wolves that
roamed the KinKaid territory had been killed by the Gregorsons.

But not this time. This time the feeling was more personal, more
urgent, and demanding. Her stomach roiled at the what ifs screaming through her mind.

Rosa grabbed her cell from the dresser, located Evin’s number in
her favorites, and tapped his name. Pacing her room, she waited for him to pick
up. Come on. Come on. But after a few
rings, the call rolled over to his voicemail.

“Damn!” Her brother, their alpha, was in trouble. And she had to
find him.

Downstairs, Rosa grabbed her keys from the shelf by the backdoor
and bolted from her house. The drive across the property to Evin and his mate’s
cabin would only take fifteen to twenty minutes, but she’d never felt further
away from her brother in her life. If she’d still lived with her mother and
father, Rosa would have been able to shave five minutes off the trip. But at
twenty-six, and with certain new changes awakening inside her, staying within
the confines of her parents’ home was no longer an option.

Her hands shook as she tried to find the hole in the Jeep’s
ignition switch with the key. Finally, the metal slid home, she twisted her
wrist, and the engine roared to life. Rosa popped it into gear and slammed her
foot on the gas pedal. The rear tires bit into the gravel, launching her down
the driveway, scattering dust and rocks in her wake.

Bio: Jessica Lee is an EPIC eBook Award winning
and bestselling author of paranormal romance. She lives in the southeastern
United States with her husband and son. Jessica loves writing and can't wait
for that quiet time each day when her son is in school, and she can get lost in
another place and world with the fantastical, sexy creatures in her head.

She's a member of Romance Writers of America,
Carolina Romance Writers, and FF&P.

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Being a human in a parish filled with shifters, Colette Robicheaux
has learned to be tough as nails. She’s a hunter with the kind of lethal skills
that make most men nervous, but all it takes is a single hot look from Zachary
Trahan to make her melt into a puddle of goo. And this tiger shifter doesn’t
fight fair, using his hot body and his many skills in the kitchen to melt her
panties. But there’s a danger in the swamps that threatens to tear them apart,
an evil that could turn this hunter into prey.

When chef Zachary Trahan took a break from work to hunt, the last
thing he expected to find was his mate. A human huntress with a hot temper, a
quick trigger finger and the kind of body destined to keep him up at nights,
Colette makes his tiger purr. He’ll have to fight his stubborn mate, her
impossible family and the threat hiding in the swamps before he can finally
claim her for his own.

Excerpt:

The loaded rifle cradled in her capable hands didn’t waver once
while he stared at her. The muscles of her arms stood out as she took the
weight of the weapon, but she didn’t seem strained. This was a strong,
dangerous woman. She didn’t seem afraid to be faced with a tiger that
outweighed her by several hundred pounds. If anything, she seemed almost bored.

“You’re trespassing,” she said suddenly, her voice calm and
collected. “And don’t try to act like you don’t understand me. Tigers aren’t
indigenous to south Louisiana.” She lifted the rifle up to align the sight with
her eye. “So why don’t you tell me what you’re doing here trying to steal my
kill, furboy.”

Zach was in love. Well, no, not in love. He didn’t do love. He did
lust. His tiger, on the other hand, wanted to knock her to the ground and lick her
from head to toe. Idiot fucking cat. It liked the fact that she was
threatening him. Shifter females didn’t do that. They all rolled over way too
easily, giving in to him before he’d even decided what he wanted from them.
This human, who should have been pissing herself in fear, wasn’t scared of him,
wasn’t intimidated by his size and looked as though she couldn’t care less if
he walked out of the swamp or was carried out in a body bag. Strike that, she
was a Robicheaux. She probably knew exactly how to skin and dispose of his body
in such a way that no one would ever find his bones.

Danica Avet was born and raised in the wilds of South Louisiana
(that would be somewhere around Houma) where mosquitoes are big enough to carry
off small children and there are only two seasons: hot and hotter. With a BA in
History, she figured there were enough fry cooks in the world and decided to
try her hand at writing.

Danica is the lucky pet of a compulsively needy dog and two cats.
The pitter-patter of little feet has been known to make her break out into a
cold sweat.

Writing is how she gives the voices in her head a way out. When
she isn’t writing, working or contemplating the complexities of the universe,
she spends time gathering inspiration from her insane family, reads far more
than any sane person would want to, and watches hot burly men chase an oblong
ball all over a field.

Monday, July 15, 2013

A.M. Griffin’s Dangerously Yours spotlights one of my
favorite kinks – voyeurism. If you read erotic romance, you’re likely a voyeur,
someone who likes to watch or read or listen to other people. These other
people don’t have to be doing anything sexual but let’s face it (grins), they
often are.

Voyeurism is one of the most common and natural kinks. It is
in our nature to want to know what other people are doing in private. We’re
searching for reassurance that we’re normal. So we watch movies and TV shows.
We read books. We listen to our coworker as she describes her hot holiday party
encounter with the firm’s CEO. We search the internet. We often learn new
things. Voyeurism can take the monotony out of monogamy.

Voyeurism is also the safest of kinks… when done with
consent. Movie stars want to be watched. Erotic romance writers want their
stories to be read. Voyeurism is so common, there are entire businesses built
around it. When the media says ‘sex sells,” they are really saying ‘voyeurism
sells.’ And this voyeurism can be done in the safety of our homes, in the
privacy of our bedrooms. No one needs to know.

Blaine, the billionaire hero of He Watches Me, takes his
voyeurism one step farther. He has been watching Anna, the heroine, skinny dip
in his pool via his security cameras. Once he returns home, he plans to
continue watching her… from his poolside seat. He doesn’t touch her. It is
enough for this sexy man to watch her, to focus on her, to orchestrate their
encounters.

Blaine has other reasons for not touching Anna. He wants to
earn her trust and to savor each stage of their relationship. But he also truly
enjoys watching. He kisses with his eyes open. He installs cameras in his
backyard. He has mirrors in his bedroom. Blaine achieves greatest sexual
satisfaction when he watches.

Blaine’s voyeurism benefits Anna. While watching her, he
learns exactly how to please her. When Blaine DOES touch Anna (in He Touches
Me), there’s no guessing about what she likes. She has shown him and he has
certainly paid close attention.

What is the craziest voyeuristic thing you’ve heard about or
done? Has being a voyeur (and we’ll ALL voyeurs in some way) helped your
relationship?

***

Blurb:

She desires to be seen. He wants to watch.

Anna Sampson has a naughty secret. Every night, she slips
into her neighbor’s yard and swims naked in his pool. She fantasizes that the
dynamic young billionaire watches her nightly nude aquatics, his brilliant
green eyes gleaming with lust.

She discovers this isn’t pure fantasy. Gabriel Blaine has
been watching her via his security cameras, and now that he has returned to L.A.,
he doesn’t plan to stop. That’s all he wants—to watch. Anna knows she shouldn’t
allow him and she certainly shouldn’t want more, but she craves Blaine’s
attention, needing his gaze fixed on her body.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

I was invited by Cynthia Sax to participate in the Tasty Summer Reads Blog Hop!

Blurb:

The steamy standalone sequel to Dangerously Mine.

Kane Epps divides his life into two distinct parts—before the alien
invasion and after. Before the invasion, he had a pregnant wife and a
high-powered job. After the invasion, he’s left with only himself and his
hatred for all things alien. He channels his bitterness by captaining a vessel
of renegade humans—space pirates who don’t think twice about taking what they
need.

Princess Sa’Mya is on the run. She and a few trusted advisers fled her home
planet, only to be captured by the sexy, dangerous Captain Epps. He claims to
hate aliens but can’t seem to resist touching her or kissing her…everywhere. As
Kane introduces Sa’Mya to ever-increasing, unimaginable realms of pleasure, the
princess becomes determined to earn his trust. She’s used to getting what she
wants. And this time, what she wants is Kane Epps.

His cock throbbed in response to her touch. Groaning, he
grabbed her hand and led it to his shaft. Anna moaned deep in her throat. He
wrapped her delicate palm around it, encouraging her to stroke it.

“Mm,” she moaned.

His cock jerked in her grasp. She stopped.

“No, don’t stop,” he pleaded.

Anna’s hand encased him again, stroking faster. His pre-cum
began to coat his slit. She stopped to run her finger across it and scoop it
up. The licking coming from her lips made him want to explode on the spot.

Music played again. She fisted him, stroking up and down. She
stopped only to taste the fruits of her labor. Damn, if he let her continue he
would end up spilling his seed on the sheets.

Kane rolled to his stomach and pinned her beneath him. He
nestled between her legs, where his bare chest rubbed against silk. He began to
trail kisses along her slender neck to her breasts.

He reached under to palm her plump, round ass. Digging his
fingers in her soft flesh, he squeezed, pressing his cock on her slick valley.
Her sticky wetness coated him as he rubbed his hard length across her folds.
The sensitive ridge of his cock brushed her opening with each passing.

Her hips rotated and moved in time with him. One hand
cradled his head while the other grabbed his ass. He planted light kisses
around the swell of her breast. Her breasts were larger than normal, voluptuous
even. Pregnancy was treating her body good, plumping her up in all the right
places. She held onto the back of his head and fed him her erect nipple.

Mm, aggressive.

Anna had never been the aggressor in bed. “I like this side
of you,” he groaned.

Obliging, he latched onto the nipple that brushed his lips.
She squirmed and moaned under him. Within moments her legs were wrapped around
his waist. His lips tweaked and tugged the bud, teasing it.

He flicked his tongue over her erect tip before blowing cool
air over it. She raked her fingernails through his hair, urging him on. He took
care to suck, squeeze and nibble until she bucked beneath him.

She arched her hips, grinding on his hard shaft. Her slick
juice was proof she was ready to receive all nine inches of him. He couldn’t
resist the heat radiating from her valley any longer. He planned to bury his
dick balls-deep in her tight sheath and make her scream out tonight. The
neighbors could give them funny looks in the morning, he didn’t care.

He trailed a hand over her flat abdomen.

Flat abdomen?

Shaking off the fleeting alarm, he continued to her
folds—hairless folds.

Since when did Anna get Brazilian waxes?

Kane shrugged it off and let his fingers slip farther to
part her plump lips.

Not so much. To snack would mean that I'd have to move my computer away. So luckily I don't fall into that category.

Are you an outliner or someone who flies by the seat of their pants? Are they real pants or jammies? LOL. They're jammies. I'm a pantser, but sometimes I veer too far off course and I have to get control of my characters. That's when I have to sit down and figure out where they are in their lives and where they need to be. It works so well that when I'm done I always wonder why I didn't write an outline from the beginning.

When cooking or baking, do you follow the recipe exactly or wing it?

Mostly wing it. An extra dash here and sprinkle there. If the recipe calls anything chocolate then I veer WAY off course.

What is next for you after this book?

Dangerously Hers, the third book in this series will be out sometime at the end of summer and I'm currently working on two more books in this series. I'm excited to tell everyone's story. I've even been toying with the idea of writing a series of the people that are still back on Earth. That remains to be seen...

Last Question...on a level of one being slightly naughty to ten being whoo whoo steamy, where does your book land?

Well, it is an erotica with hot space pirates and an alien princess...

Looking for the perfect dangerously
good sweet to eat while reading Dangerously Yours?